I don't want to because boys don't write poetry. Girls do.

You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.

Every character is asking: Whats my place? Why am I here? I dont want the answer to be Just because. You find your own purpose. Each finds the reason to be here and how to contribute.

You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.